## Chapter 209: The Filial Princess
"This time, thanks to Sir Wu."
Before parting, Kate and Holt bowed deeply to me. Although this operation was nearly a brush with death for them, the gain was not insignificant. In the few days since returning, they earned quite a bit of Experience, and were even lucky enough to get a few quite good White Items for them.
The Quest for the two of them was complete. After parting ways, they would go to Geleizi to collect their Reward, and would use this Money to live comfortably for a while. Mercenaries were just such a group of people; they could never decide their own Destiny, so they would absolutely not mistreat themselves, at least while they were alive.
"Let's go too."
I shook the Dust off my Cloak. I hadn't showered in days, and my whole Body was itching. It was better to quickly send this dazed Princess back to the Palace, and then report the Quest to Jerhyn. Maybe he'd have a Brain fart and suddenly approve my Lut Gholein Remote Teleportation Right to Use? Although I knew the possibility was almost zero, there was no harm in having a little Expectation, right?
Only the two of us were left on the road. The Soldiers didn't know when we would return, or rather, they hadn't even hoped we would return, so they weren't waiting. From here to the Palace, although there was a Bell Tower hundreds of meters high in the distance to guide the way, I had absolutely no confidence in finding the Palace with just that information.
Fortunately, the Princess before me, although thick-skinned, was at least not Directionally Challenged. At least she always recognized the way home.
One person had a slightly tall Figure, completely shrouded under a Black Cloak, while the other was petite, wearing a beautifully cut White satin robe, draped with a Veil, and wearing an exaggerated large Hat on her Head. This incongruous combination walked silently on the street. Even I felt extremely strange, and I didn't know what the surrounding passersby imagined us to be. Black and White Impermanence? Gangsters? Or perhaps an Evil Organization? The only certainty was that on the lively and crowded street, a vacuum formed around us—no one was willing to get involved with two strange people.
Fortunately, I had already gotten used to such Gaze back at the Rogue Encampment, and Marissa next to me seemed completely unconcerned, or perhaps she didn't even notice at all. In any case, under the subtle, lingering gazes from the Surroundings, we finally arrived at the Palace entrance.
Our Three-No Princess Highness was quickly welcomed away by a few young and beautiful Maids. I waited in the Great Hall for a while, and when I was starting to feel a little impatient, Jerhyn finally appeared.
This was my second Meeting with him. Jerhyn looked very young on the outside, probably in his thirties. If someone said he was Princess Marisa's brother, I probably wouldn't doubt it. Under his bright, piercing eyes and straight nose was a neat, upright stack of very distinctive Arabian beard, which couldn't help but remind me of the King of the Kingdom of Zhu Zi in Journey to the West. He really seemed to have a bit of that "cougar killer" Charm. It was just a pity that his complexion was too cold. Although he concealed it well, a trace of weariness and Helplessness could still be seen on his face.
After dismissing his attendants, only the two of us remained in the entire Great Hall.
Neither of us seemed interested in continuing to beat around the bush. Therefore, our conversation was straightforward and direct. I was mentally prepared to be subjected to Jerhyn's Sarcasm before being sent out of the Palace.
However, Jerhyn clearly wouldn't act as I wished. What idea was this guy plotting In One's Head? If I hadn't forgotten to take off my Hat, Jerhyn probably would have already seen my Dumbfounded Appearance.
To explain it with a sentence forcefully squeezed out from my shallow and pitiful Brain, this guy wanted to heavily promote the legendary Political Marriage, wanting to matchmake me and that Three-No Princess for a good thing...
Seriously. What is the situation now? I only stayed with that Princess for a few days. At most, I only know her Class, clothing, Height, weight, measurements, Natural Airhead, solitary personality. Thick-skinned. Taciturn, small hands slender and nimble. Her Skin also seems very fair and tender. Other than that, I know nothing, not even what she looks like. Think about your Daughter's silent personality, what kind of wonderful sparks do you think we could possibly create between us?
"Do you think my Daughter is not worthy of you?"
Jerhyn's complexion changed. As expected, when enticement failed, the usual threat came out? No wonder so many scholars put those two words together. What was even rarer was that my Brain could actually come up with such a thought at this moment. Perhaps in some ways, my nerves could also compete with that Three-No Princess.
It really was a conclusion that didn't make one happy.
"Your Majesty exaggerates. The Princess is Smart and clever (possibly), exceptionally sharp (lying), and furthermore, a heavenly beauty (Unidentified). It is I who am marrying above my station. It's just that I am wholeheartedly for the Four... *cough*, wholeheartedly dedicated to the great cause of liberating Sanctuary and making my own contribution. Moreover, I already have a Wife at home and have no intention of marrying another."
I chose my words carefully and replied rather flustered. My tongue slipped, and I almost blurted out "for the Four Modernizations". I had made all sorts of preparations beforehand, but I calculated every possibility yet never expected Jerhyn to pull this move.
I cannot agree, absolutely cannot agree. Not to mention that my Favorability with that Princess is not high, nor how Velas would react. It's estimated that the Little Ancestor in the Necklace, who is acting up like a child who didn't get her favorite toy, could also Instant Kill me with her Gaze as long as I nod.
Seeing my firm words, Jerhyn's sandy yellow pupils couldn't help but contract. A Presence of power without anger emanated from his Body.
"Elder, are you truly not reconsidering?"
The Killing Intent I vaguely sensed in his tone made my face tighten. I am the type who responds to kindness but not force. If he had been polite, perhaps I would have felt troubled, but since you've torn off the facade first, there's no need to be polite anymore.
"Your Majesty need not persuade further. My intent is decided. If there is nothing else, please allow me to take my leave first."
I bowed indifferently and turned to leave without waiting for Jerhyn's reply. Behind me, an uncontrollable Killing Intent, wave after wave, provoked my Combat Instinct. One, two... probably more than ten. I didn't have Kashya's sharpness and could only roughly guess the Quantity. In the Surroundings, there were probably more than ten Experts of Mercenary Rank, three of whom were particularly strong, possibly High-Level Mercenaries, or even Class Changers, just waiting for a gesture from Jerhyn. I had no doubt they would brandish the Weapons in their hands and pounce on me from all directions.
My Footsteps were not disturbed in the slightest, still maintaining a steady rhythm, but my Fists were unconsciously trembling. The Eyes under my Hat flashed with an uncontrollable fiery glint, and deep in my heart, I was Shout: Hurry, hurry and give the order! Let's fight a battle to our heart's content!
Fighting with those low-Intelligence Monsters who only relied solely on Quantity to win could no longer ignite my passion. Every time I recalled the confrontation with Qiuludun, it made my Blood boil, and I couldn't stop savoring it. I couldn't wait to do it again; that was the real Battle!!
It's just a pity, I estimate there's no Hope this time. Leaving aside whether these people could keep me or not. Just the crime of assassinating an Elder, even if it were Jerhyn, he probably couldn't bear it. Even I could think of the problem; there's no reason Jerhyn wouldn't, unless he was crazy.
Jerhyn wasn't crazy. Therefore, when I walked out the Great Hall door and was about to leave the best timing, that strong Killing Intent still remained stored but not released. It wasn't until my figure was far from their encirclement that it gradually weakened.
What a pity.
Looking up at the dazzling White Light pouring down from the Sky, I sighed slightly regretfully. The Battle Intent that had rarely surged couldn't be vented, and the Feeling was as uncomfortable as having intimacy interrupted halfway through.
When I lowered my Head from that dizziness-inducing stimulating pleasure, a figure in dazzling white once again made me narrow my Eyes.
Damn. Wearing snow-white clothes under such intense Sunlight, you might even get snow blindness. Can't you be a little considerate of the people nearby? I closed my Eyes and helplessly used my fingers to press hard on my darkened eye sockets a few times.
With such a dazzling attire, among the people I knew, there was no one else but that Three-No Princess Highness. She stood not far in front of me, still looking at me with an unfocused Gaze, as if her Gaze passed directly through my Body and was observing something behind me. However, she was indeed looking at me. This feeling of being ignored was particularly annoying. Doesn't she know that she herself is the Existence with the least presence?
"Why...?"
Just when I thought this state would continue until one of us dehydrated and collapsed, she finally spoke. Counting, it should be her fourth time speaking. The first time was to remind us that the Gloomy Bats originated from Kurast. The second time was "Nothing". The third time, uh—, was still "Nothing"...
"Why did you refuse Imperial Father's Suggestion?"
In her indifferent tone, she finally carried a trace of Emotion, something called Wrath.
"...!?"
What's going on? Could it be a classic plot from a YY novel—the arrogant Princess cannot accept the Shame of being rejected by the Protagonist, swears to make the Protagonist fall in love with her and then abandon him, resulting in a very harmonious and harem-like melodramatic plot in the end?
Unfortunately, this is not a YY novel, and this Three-No Princess before me is not that kind of big-chested and brainless girl. Uh, leaving aside her Chest size...
"Why? Do you like me, are you willing to marry me?" I looked at her curiously.
"Doesn't matter."
A very cold expression, a very subtle answer.
"But, haven't you always been worried about the conflict between Imperial Father and the Adventurer? If, if you can marry me, Imperial Father can also slightly lower his Wariness towards you. Wouldn't that be great?"
Her slightly agitated Body leaned slightly towards me. Covering her snow-white Chest, she finished in one breath, then took a deep breath. I even suspected this was the longest sentence she had ever said since she was born.
"What about you? Are you really willing to marry a Man you don't love? A Father who treats you as a Political Sacrifice, are you still willing to think of him like this?" I continued to ask back with great interest.
She was startled for a moment. Perhaps she hadn't expected that I would have the leisure to care about her feelings, but she still lowered her Head and replied faintly.
"I... Doesn't matter."
What a filial Daughter. I started to feel it wasn't worth it for her. If only I could have one or two such sensible children in the future. Of course, the Three-No personality is out; it's better to be innocent and cheerful. I sighed inexplicably for a while. Then my Gaze fell back onto her Body, noncommittal.
Seeing me staring at her, she clearly misunderstood. After letting out a sigh of unclear Meaning, she said.
"Don